[Intro: George W. Bush]
My fellow Americans, major combat operations in Iraq have ended, the united states and our allies have prevailed
[Verse 1: Chuck Brown]
Welcome to America, the government is fucked up
In God we trust, what? Everybody lines up and votes to get butt-fucked
I don't know about you, but I'm tired of politicians dictating my entire life
I cannot afford to not say this shit when I'm on the mic
I'm a slave in the land of lost, fighting for my freedom at any cost
Who I blame is the man, he's the boss, shoot him in the head, with a hot .44
We communicating through graffiti on the walls
Get your baseball bats and chains, it's time for the war
Prophecies in the bathroom stall
I believe we should all revolt
They lie when we learn what they taught
Slavery influenced all y'all
Think of incarcerating the poor
I'm holding my gun its aim at the door
Edger Allen Poe an I don't know more
The internet is a porno store
That's a fact that you won't ignore
Television turned your brains into smores
That's something that I won't ignore
I'm a man of war, in a candy store
I'm American so yes, I want more
Mickey Dee's Frankenstein and Igor
Save our ship, fuck Darfur
I got roaches on my floor
Romney's Wife is a fucked up whore
I've hit it a couple of times, so I'm sure
Skulls and Bones and the good old boys
Get smacked up with paddles and oars
Move to the white house and start wars
Curious George, I implore
You to come here and kiss the floor
We the people think your obscure
I'ma never call a man Mein Führer
Bring it boy, I'm standing right here
I hate when girls rock boots with the fur
I'm colder than a polar bear when he says "Burr"
Everybody says that I'm good with words
So I'ma kick rhymes while you flip birds
And I see Uncle Sam he's biting the curve
You know what really grinds my gears? You America, fuck you!
[Verse 2: Beast 1333]
Everybody want to See something they can't Be
When it Come to the Illest of Lyricist think 3
Put a 1 in the Front to make it Thirteen
Hear the Words as they cramming together like Sardines
Yo the dream is to get it together to Build Schools
For the children of the People that follow the Slave Rules
Nothing cool bout the non-replaceable Oil Fuel
Nothing New bout the countries and borders and Blood Duels
Nothing ever gonna Change unless we change First
Ain't no Cash, ain't no Money, just pennies for Change Purse
In a way ain't a way, yo they doing us all Done
In the Long Run, stacking they money by Net Ton
It's dark as the set Sun, the sheeple have no Clue
What it do? Clutch a couple machetes to cut Through
A couple of Guns too while channeling Sun Tzu
Bid Adieu, what the general populous 'gon Do?
The populous don't Care, they yelling its not Fair
On they knees as they screaming and chanting the lords Prayer
They fill us with hot air, your head is like a Balloon
In your Room, feel effects of the spell of the Blue Moon
They chanting and read Runes, right after they pass Laws
Got the game in a Sack like I'm Tackling Bradshaw
Then shatter your glass Jaw, the rhythm is so Real
That I'm Rhyming like Buddhists that spinning a Prayer Wheel
Its hell up in Sam Hill, the Hell Imma bow Down
Name is Beast, I'm attacking the Track and I chow Down
As savage as that Sounds, get ready for more Guts
Nigga what? Cuz I'm blacking and spazzing and gone Nuts
Two Threes as they tagging they bodies with more Ink
Blew trees independently making em all Think Who's He?
It is I the song in one Try Could it be
I devised a style that's so Fly?
First I wasn't then I was, Appeared from thin Air
Do you care? That the country you living in's Unfair
They living it Up there, so limited up Here
They don't care if you Live or you Eat, respects Rare
Could beat them at this Swear, If you letting go the Fear
Yo the ends Near taking the Sphere this new Year
Its the Rise of the Beast that arose from the Northeast
On your feets Together forming a wall of Concrete
Together my mob deep, Half a mil up in the Crowd
As we March on the White House Lawn and Yell Loud
(Crowd screams and cheers)
